If I could change
one thing in my past, what is it and why?
That’s a loaded
question and could open up several cans of worms, or cases of cans of worms.
Sure, I have regrets, but too few to mention, hehe. Also, I fear that if I
changed one thing in my past, the ripple effect would change the rest of my
life to this point, and I rather like where I am right now, geographically and
personally.
So, rather than
dwell on what “might have been”, I’ll bemoan a decidedly First World decision.
I
wish we’d purchased different kitchen appliances for our new house.
Exhibit A - the fridge.
I
won’t share the brand name because this isn’t a review. At decision-making time we
bought what is called a French door, bottom freezer fridge. Our kitchen has an
island and we didn’t want a regular-sized fridge door getting in the way of
traffic. The French doors are smaller and don’t protrude as far into the room. That
aspect of our fridge is perfect. I can be rummaging for … vegetables, yeah, and
let’s call it, ah, fruit, and Mr. S can breeze right past. But a smaller door
means smaller door bins, and all those things we used to store in the door no
longer fit. Case in point - the butter keeper that won’t
accommodate a pound of butter.
So, given that the fridge will be the bane of my existence
until it wears out, if I could change one thing in my past, I’d purchase a different model because then my life would be PERFECT
<grin>. *gives the side-eye to the teensy
drawer under the oven.
In
other news, my latest book was released last week – whee!! My heroine wishes she'd purchased a different microwave oven.
Unemployed photojournalist Raynor Elliot stops
at a bakery near the famous Deerbourne Inn. Not only does he get a lead on a
job but the bakery’s owner is that awkward kid he knew in high school, only now
she has fabulous curves and an irreverent sense of humor. The cozy bakery, with
its aroma of sugar, vanilla and spice, has more to offer than tasty cookies.
Fiona MacLeod has been plagued for years by the
need to make amends for telling The Big Lie. When the lie’s victim strolls into
her bakery with his icy blue stare and killer charm, she feels like she’s
standing too close to a hot oven.
